Primitive Man, Call Me God

There’s no all-powerful golden finger, just a game designer who wants to lie flat and a compliant but clumsy primitive Host. The System gives out missions. Refuse to do them? At best, you lose your voice; at worst, your soul is destroyed. The radar needs charging, the map must be measured on foot, and the System has to provide every branch of the tech tree... Ahead lie ferocious beasts, hunger, winter, and hostile tribes. Beneath their feet is a savage age where even keeping a fire burning is difficult. Lin Yuan must change this tribe one small step at a time, starting with weaving baskets, making fire, and ensuring everyone has enough to eat. One game designer + one primitive = twice the confusion, but they want more than just to survive.